I wonder…

I wonder.

I wonder what would happen

if I shed the layers of

things

that hold me down.

 

I wonder.

I wonder what would happen

if I shed the limited

thinking

that keeps me imprisoned

in self-shame and

disbelief.

 

I wonder.

I wonder what would happen

if I looked at wonder

at the clouds in the sky

loving all that is creation.

 

I wonder.

I wonder what would happen

if I looked at wonder

at the words that I penned

and the

questions that I ask.

 

I wonder.

I wonder what would happen

if I focused less on

illusions

and more on

Divine nature.

 

I wonder.

Do you wonder too?

 

Quote

I am a pilgrim

I am a pilgrim.

I set out in time and space,

hearing a call that only I could hear.

 

All that was old,

no longer remains.

Shed like winter garments

on the first hot late-spring day.

 

Who am I?

I know not.

 

I don’t recognize the face.

The jaunt in my step.

The voice that speaks from depths.

 

Little by little,

moment by moment,

time etches away

the last vestments of a fragile existence.

 

Allowing a shining, new, radiant being

to burst forth

after a time of gestation

in an almost

motherly womb.

 

Who am I?

I know not.

 

What seemed not to be happening

was happening.

Over and over,

day by day,

moment by moment,

until that one instance

 

when I realized that I had arrived.

 

I walked through dark valleys,

questioned deep motives,

cried endless rivers,

and submerged myself in dark silence.

 

And, in the end, I have arisen,

like the morning sun

who stretches slowly

across the horizon,

day after day

sometimes hidden by clouds,

sometimes brilliant with light,

but always still there.

 

I have a new name.

I know who I am.

 

I have shed her.

She is gone.

She lives no more.

 

Here I am.

Here I am.

Here I am.

 

A pilgrim

living in the freedom of what

yet lies ahead

by casting off into a deep ocean

all that was.

 

Transformed by every etching.

I have travelled far.

I have travelled far.

Into deep, distant crevices.

Crevices that mark the geography of my soul.

 

I have travelled far.

There is no turning back now.

I must continue.

I must continue forward into the fog and the darkness.

 

I have travelled far.

But, yet, I am frightened.

I am so frightened.

Of the distance ahead of me and the deep unknowns that lurk.

 

I have travelled far.

To come here.

Right here.

Right now.

 

Pushing toward the peak.

Driven by desire.

Pulled by longing.

 

I have travelled far.

 

Take my hand

and travel with me.

 

I can’t do it alone.

I have travelled far.

 

I need you.

 

We are Holy ground.

Like a steeled fortress

penetrated by the opposing forces,

my protective distances collapse.

 

Like a sacred temple,

my deep inner longings

and soul

live,

and yet you have entered.

 

Your presence and life have become my ground.

My soul and desires have become your sanctuary.

 

We walk together with great courage

and

with

vulnerability.

 

The armors of protection have collapsed.

We are confidantes

of the soul.

 

No longer fighting,

we have fused,

our battles have ceased.

 

We are Holy ground

in a singular

embrace.

 

 

Do you really have it all?

You have it all.

But what do you have?

 

You have the house.

You have the car.

You have the life.

 

But, do you really have it at all?

 

Do you have love?

In your heart

and

in your soul?

 

You have it all.

But what do you have?

 

You have the competence.

You have the respect of many.

You have self-assurance and confidence.

 

But, do your really have it all?

 

Do you have love?

The one thing that you heart beats for?

The one thing that your soul longs for?

No matter where you are

or who you are

or what you are

if you don’t have love

then you are the

poorest

of the

poor.

 

Do you have what

your

heart

so deeply

hungers for?

 

Do you really have it all?

 

 

 

 

I hunger deeply for less

I hunger deeply for less.

To feel what space feels like

and nothing else.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To clear away

what is banal and exterior.

 

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To want for nothing

for all I have is welled up.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To be nothing in a world that

desperately seeks to be

everything.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To be in solitude in a world

centered on

greed and corruption,

lies and deceit.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To strip away all that does not

matter even though

consumerism says that it does.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To lay my soul down

naked to be illuminated

by the natural light of life.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To lie silently with myself

and to know all that I need to know

lies deep hidden inside

waiting to be excavated.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To love others and to be loved

in a world that lacks

empathy and compassion.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To become a mystic in

the modern world.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

A celebration.

I celebrate you.

You celebrate me.

I celebrate you.

 

My heart celebrates all that is you.

Your heart celebrates all that is me.

We celebrate each other.

 

Take me

and

dance

and sing.

 

Take me

and

lift

my

soul

heavenward.

 

Lift me high, high, high

to where

the lovely light

of the eternal will

enrapture me.

 

I celebrate you.

You celebrate me.

I celebrate you.

 

I recognize you.

You delight me.

You recognize me

I delight you.

 

Take me

and let’s

dance and sing

in this moment

of actuality

down, down, down

nourishing

the deep dark

recesses of my soul.

 

I celebrate you.

You celebrate me.

I celebrate you.

 

My heart celebrates all that is you.

Your heart celebrates all that is me.

We celebrate each other.

 

A blessing, a gift.

My heart is content.

I lie still in gratitude.

 

Together, we have painted a picture

of belonging.

 

Celebrate!